Phoenix: Our story.

Skye: Yeah, yeah...XD.

Full summary:

'"Leah, Nancy lived at 1428 Elm Street. That's where you live..." Leah moved into Nancy's old house four months ago but Freddy starts to target her. As she and her two friends struggle to find a way to kill Freddy, Leah is sucked into a coma, with Freddy as the dream.

School...everyone hates. Me, however, I'm Leah (that's pronounced Lee-ah), I'm sixteen and I love school. Mainly because I get to see my friends, but also because I learn new stuff every day. So yeah, lemme give ya a breif description of me. I have brownish-blonde hair and light seafoam green eyes. I'm about five foot two (so I'm quite short) and I'm a size eight. So yeah...

"Hey, Leah!"

I looked around to see my friend waving at me. I jogged over to her and her brother. Her name was Elisa and her brother was Drake. They looked very different. Elisa had baby blue eyes and blonde hair while Drake had black hair and dark eyes.

"So, did you hear?" she asked me, her gossip-tone coming on.

"About what?"

"Someone got murdered in 1430 Elm Street...that's two doors from where you live!" she babbled excitedly. "Aren't ya scared? I would be!"

"Who did it?" I asked, curious now. I hadn't known my neighbours but they had been a young couple, in their early twenties.

"Well, rumor has it that it was Freddy Krueger. They were all slashed and stuff and according to the boyfriend, the cuts were just appearing."

"What? That's impossible..." I said. "And who is Freddy Krueger?"

You see I had moved to Springwood about four months ago and I knew little about the place.

Elisa gasped and covered her mouth. I looked around frantically, thinking that she had perhaps seen the man.

"What?"

"L, don't tell her!" Drake warned, his eyes flashing dangerously.

I say 'dangerously' because Drake has been in prison once or twice for armed robbery and violence towards a girl on the street.

"Oh, come on! You're halfway there by mentioning it so you might as well spill," I said.

Elisa glanced up at her extremely tall and muscled brother.

"The Springwood Slasher, the police called him," Drake said. "He was a child murderer but quite a few years ago, some of the Elm Street kids' parents' tracked him down and burned him alive. Then they say that a woman, Nancy, started to see him in her dreams. It's all really confusing, but Freddy comes to people in their dreams and kills them."

"What does he look like?" I whispered, my eyes shining.

"His face is all burned, he has claws for a right hand (it is the right hand, right? XD), he wears a green and red striped sweater, really dirty apparently, and a dirty brown hat."

"Wow..." I said...then I burst out laughing hysterically. "Oh, my God! You guys really had me going there! I mean, you both had serious expressions on your faces! But seriously, come on! A killer that can come to you in your dreams? Jesus, I'll believe that one when I see it!"

"Leah...listen to us," Drake said.

I kept on laughing.

"Leah!"

He grabbed my arm and held on tightly. I stopped laughing and we stopped walking: he was hurting me.

"Drake, no," Elisa said quickly, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Let go of her."

"Leah, Nancy lived at 1428 Elm Street...that's where you live. You haven't had any nightmares recently, have you?" he demanded.

"Well, n-no, but really? This doesn't sound real. I think you guys are just trying to freak me out," I said, trying to pull my arm away from Drake. It wasn't that I didn't trust his temper or him, but really, my arm was dying!

"Leah, why would we lie about something like this?" Elisa asked, her usual chirpy voice gone.

"Just, let us know if you have any nightmares and wake up with marks on your body or anything, okay?" Drake said, letting go of my arm.

"Yeah...yeah, whatever..."

I turned to the left and went into my house.

My mother was standing at the cooker, making what smelled like soup and my dad was sitting on the sofa, reading a paper.

"Mom, does the name Freddy Krueger mean anything to you?" I asked, hoping she would be able to confirm my belief that he didn't exist.

"Why? Did you have a dream about him?!" she asked sharply.

I was taken aback. My mother had never asked a question so demandingly before.

"No! But someone at school mentioned the name and I was just wondering who he was, that's all," I assured her.

"Take my advice, honey," my dad said. "Forget about that name. If you ever see him in your dreams, tell us. It's important."

"But why is it important, daddy?" I asked.

"Don't ask questions! Now go upstairs and do your homework!" he snapped.

I jumped back. My dad had never yelled at me before.

I scurried upstairs but listened to their conversation.

"Oh, Rob, I think we made a mistake in moving here! I didn't think that she would see him!"

"Slow down, Anna, she said that she hasn't seen him in her dreams so everything's okay."

"But what happens when she does start to see him?! I am not sending my child to a phsyciatric hospital!"

A what hospital?

"Well, we can't move. They won't let us move. We'll just have to tell her."

"No! She can never know! She can never know about Freddy Krueger! We will never tell her, agreed?"

"Agreed..." my dad mumbled.

So this man was real? The thought scared me a little but I was sure I'd be okay...I mean, I'm just a normal teenager! Nothing would happen to me, right?

Phoenix: Blach, blah, blah...whatever bladdy blah blah!

Skye: Okay, please let us know what you think!